Monday, June 13, 2011

Back to Reality

I crashed into the Earth with heavy wings that could no longer support your weight. I held onto my beating heart, until your hand reached into me and tore it out. I bled to the ground, waiting to be healed from your cupid's arrow that ripped through my soul. Even Mother Nature refused refuge, angered at my foolish love for tilting the axis of the world, just to hear the angels sing your name. So now I'm alone. And the buzzing noise is quietening down in my head, as I close my eyes to who I am.

Harley and the Half-Burned Rage

I hope your badge is still intact, The one on your Harley jacket, “Sex Champion.” Bold. Confident. Delusional. You wore rebellion like you...